Breakfasts second course

How do hoomuns just KNOW? The Owner does it all the time, I do something which I feel he wouldn't want me to do and I do it when he isn't around. Then when I wander in through the back door he is there, arms folded, foot tapping with that accusing look in his eye. Today was just one of the those such days. It was raining when I went off for a mini patrol after breakfast, when I happened upon something organic and decaying nicely in the woods near the barbie. I had a little room left after breakfast so I thought a quick chomp wouldn't hurt. When I got back to the cottage The Owner was sat watching the telly with his cup of tea shouting at Robert Peston on the news. He holds him in similar contempt as That Slimeball Mandelson and so there was a lot of shouting going on so I was anxious not to cop any of that flack and knowing he wouldn't have been too impressed with my little snack I crept in on my belly and and slid around the corner of the sofa to get to my comfy cushion. How did he know????? His first words were "What have you been up to?" in those accusing tones he reserves for such occasions. I tried to creep under the sideboard but there was more accusing looks to follow. Ok, so I did deposit my breakfast and my extras on the carpet at his feet, but all the accusations were a little harsh I felt. I just wish I knew what it was I had eaten as it was perhaps not quite ripe enough. Perhaps that was what the problem was, The Owner was saving it for himself! But I still would like to know how he just knows!!!